My mentor in my career, and at a certain point in my life, my life in general – was one of my old bosses from when I lived in Chicago – about 6 or 7 years ago. I only worked for him for 2 years, but he had a huge impact on my life and taught me a lot about the business world that I still think about today in my day to day. In case you haven’t caught on – I kind of idolize him a little, so when I was going back to Chicago to open up an office for the company I currently
ed to meet for lunch.
So I bought a new dress. So..I bought a new coat. So I may have bought a new purse and new shoes. So what? So the shoes were a size too small. They were perfect with the coat and dress I bought. I could bear the pain for a few days and then give them to someone that actually had a size 8 foot.
I was feeling very successful-girl-in-the-city. You can picture it. I was sitting with the two women that were opening up the office with me telling them how excited I was to be able to meet my old boss for lunch and tell him how happy I was in my career, with my daughter, in general – when he called to tell me he had just gotten off the train.
As I put on my new coat, new shoes, grabbed my new purse – I’m pretty sure the theme song to “That Girl” started playing. Sex and the city? Something. Anyway I skipped across the street to meet him, there was a hug, a light kiss on the cheek, and exchange of “Good to see you’s” and then we started to cross the street.
The office that we were opening was right in the center of the downtown area, lots of hustle and bustle of course. Since it was right around the corner from Northwestern, and it was lunch time, in addition to business folk out and about, college kids were around. As we started to walk across the street, and my foot caught a tiny bit on the pavement…enough to make it difficult to put the other foot in front of it, I realized the other rough thing about getting shoes that are too small for you. They might be hard to walk in. They might cause you to trip, in your new dress, your new coat, and your new purse, in the middle of one of the busiest streets in the city.
As you – slow motion of course – start to fall – your phone might start to ring, and you might think to yourself, “Are the women I work with watching me fall right now, 5 floors above overlooking where I’m walking?” While you’re going down, you might think, “Were the shoes worth it?” Because as you’re desparately trying to put your hands out to break your not-even-close-to-graceful-fall, your super cute new purse may be catapulting over your head, and the contents may be spilling across the crosswalk. At the same time, gravity might cause your dress to start to hike up. You could end up face down, dress over your head, purse contents displayed for all of Northwestern. You might be bleeding on both arms. You might then realize that no less than 4 men, one of them of course being your idol, are trying to pull you up at the same time. Then it’ll hit you that they just saw your underwear. And they weren’t even cute. Daaaammnn.
The moral of the story? No shoes are cute enough to die for. I don’t think anyway?